I don’t know what
life has bee like for you,
I DO NOT KNOW WHERE YOU GO
I don’t know the hand on YOUR THROAT
THAT MADE YOU GHOST
I JUST KNOW THE HAND ON MINE
I remember that blackness,
I was OUT OF TIME.
But DO NOT ASK ME
what I was wearing
or did I cry?
Or was I crying?
or was it scary?
IN A TONE THAT SUGGESTS
I’M JUST GETTING WHAT I GET.
I was wearing SWEATPANTS
and a TANK TOP
THAT DOES NOT MAKE IT MY FAULT.
Do NOT ASK ME WHAT I WAS DRINKING OR THINKING OR WHY OUT LATE?
like that makes any difference
RAPE IS RAPE.